This is the newly edited version of Rain Drenched Nights. I will be ending this story soon, as it has been bugging me recently. So, read and enjoy.

xx Rhia

Disclaimer: All Twilight related themes belong to Stephanie Meyer, not me.

Prologue:

Jasper POV

I could feel the branches strike against my face as I ran past. If I had been anything other then what I am now they would have left behind long, deep, painful gashes on my face and arms. But they don't. As a vampire, blessed with super human strength, and all the other rubbish. Some of us think it is a blessing, but honestly it's just a pain. Rosalie actually said something right once, "If we had happy endings we'd be under gravestones." Who knew that she'd be right about something? But then again stranger things have happened…

Bella POV

We fought again tonight. Well it was actually this afternoon but anyway it's basically the same thing for vampires. Nighttime is out Daytime. Weird isn't it? But when you think about it it's not really. We can't go out in the day without being noticed, so that leaves us with night. The darkness helps us hide who we truly are, but the sunlight strips us bare and reveals us for what we truly are.

And apparently what we are is a big chunk of walking, talking, shiny, hard things. But that's beside the point.

I miss the sunlight. It's warmth. Now all I'm left with is the cold, in more ways then one…

Flashback [This afternoon]

He was shouting again. He always shouts. I've learnt to tune him out. Depressing isn't it? When I was human he never shouted at me.

But those days are gone. Long gone.

50 Years ago I was human. And now I'm some hard shiny bloodsucking thing married to some hard shiny shouting bloodsucking s.o.b. who hates everything about me. I'm married to Edward Cullen.

And I wish I was dead.

It all started after I was changed. He promised that he would still love me. Even if I didn't smell the same. Even when I didn't look the same. Even when I wanted to drain the blood out of every living person I met. But he didn't. He couldn't even look at me. Let alone stand the smell of me. When I woke up after the change my first real vampire memory was seeing the disgust in Edwards's eyes. My Edward's eyes. It broke my heart. Figuratively.

For 50 years we stayed with each other. We were never happy like Rosalie and Emmet were. None of us were ever as good as Alice and Jasper. And don't even think that anyone could top Carlisle and Esme's relationship. Maybe we were doomed from the start. Maybe Jacob was right. "Look in your own species". Well that was the best advice I ever ignored.

God I'm stupid. The thought ran through my head continuously. Maybe I had a button in my head that controlled my thoughts, but it was stuck. Either that or I'm trying to sink myself into depression. Either one's good really…

BANG

I was jolted out of my thoughts by the sound of glass smashing. The barman was standing there swearing at a smashed glass on the floor. I must have jumped a foot in the air because the guy next to me is looking at me weirdly. I smile at him apologetically and he looks away. As I catch his eye I recognize the look in them. Suddenly I'm smirking.

Oh well, I think while still smirking, Maybe it's just Edwards's problem…

I sit there thinking for ages. The bar is empty and the barman is putting the chairs on the tables with dull thunks.

"Hey sorry lady. It's closing time." I hear the gruff voice of the barman tell me.

"Oh. Sorry," I reply. "I didn't realize the time." I put a hundred dollar bill onto the bar and stand up.

He glances at it and suddenly his head shoots up.

"Call it a big tip." I say with a smile.

He looks down again but when he glances up again I was long gone…

Jasper POV

I can't remember why I'm running. I just know I've done something. Slowly I'm becoming more aware of my surroundings. I feel like I've been numb for years but I know I haven't. I can't seem to remember why I was running. Or what I was doing.

Suddenly I stop running. It's strange how a single smell can stop someone like me from running.

I smell Blood.

The numb feeling returns as I look at my hands. There's blood on my hands…

Edited on: 28/6/2009